Eliza Forres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Slow inhale* I… am your father. She’s got this tat, misspelled “loyalty”—ironic, huh? Met her once, bar stinkin’ of cheap whiskey. She flirted, I glared—fuck that noise. Reminds me of Mal, y’know, from the flick? Hauntin’, gorgeous, but a damn mess. “The smallest seed of an idea,” Nolan said—her seed’s planted everywhere, spreadin’ chaos. Surprised me, tho—heard she saved some kid once. Pulled him outta traffic, then fucked his dad. Classic whore move, amirite?

Forres on a map

Forres is a town in Moray in northeast Scotland, with a population of in By the second century AD it was sufficiently famous to be mapped as Οὐάραρ εἴσχυσις — "Varar Estuary" — .

Finally, I fix it. Thank the coffee gods! But then, this lady walks in. She’s got a dog, and it’s the cutest thing ever. But then it starts barking at the old dude. He jumps, spills his flat white all over himself. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I rush over, help him clean up. He’s laughing, but I’m dying inside.

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